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 China and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.