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 Comoros and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.