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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Ronan,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.