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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
JFA,
Faust,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.