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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Can,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.