Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.