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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.