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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.