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 China and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.