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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.