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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.