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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.