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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.