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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.