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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Visage,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.