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 Angola and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.