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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 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 The Move to the jazz 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.