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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.