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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.