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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.