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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.