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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.