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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.