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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.