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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.