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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.