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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.