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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Television,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.