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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.