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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.