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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
June Days,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.