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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.