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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.