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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Liliput to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.