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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.