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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.