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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.