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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.