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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.