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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Faust,
Roxette,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.