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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.