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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.