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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Flipper,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Moebius,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.