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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.