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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Magazine,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
MDC,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.