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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.