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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
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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.