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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.