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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.