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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.