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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.