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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
The Associates,
World's Most,
CMW,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.