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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.