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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.