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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.