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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.