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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Nico,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.