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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.