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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.