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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.