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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.