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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.