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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.