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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.