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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.