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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Sound,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.