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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.