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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.