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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.