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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.