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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.