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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.