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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.