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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.