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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.