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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.