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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.