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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.