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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Kinks to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.