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 Algeria 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eurythmics 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Little Man,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.