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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Cure 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 rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.