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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.