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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.