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 Comoros 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.