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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.