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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.