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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.