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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Technova,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.