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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.