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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.