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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.