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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.