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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.