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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Index,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.