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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.