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 Suriname 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.