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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.