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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.