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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.