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 Montenegro and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.