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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.