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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.