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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.