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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.