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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.