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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Organ,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.