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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.