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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 the Sonics to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.