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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.