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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.