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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.