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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Wire,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.