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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.