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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.