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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.