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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.