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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.