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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Japan,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.