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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.