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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.