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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.