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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.