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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.