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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 New Order to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.