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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.