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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Zapp,
X-101,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.