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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.