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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Rekid,
X-102,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.