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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.