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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.