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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.