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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Television,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.