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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Mandrill 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.