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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 10cc to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Japan,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Wire,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.