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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.