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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.