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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.