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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.