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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.