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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.