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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.