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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.