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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.