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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Scientists,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.