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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
The Move,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.