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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Slave,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.