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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.