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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.