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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Faust,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.