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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.