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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.