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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.