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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.