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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Chrome,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.