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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Organ,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.