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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Urselle 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Television,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.