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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
The Index,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.