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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.