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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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 Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
CMW,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.