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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.