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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.