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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Gong,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.