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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.