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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 a mellotron and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Main Source,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.