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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.