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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
EPMD,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.