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 Finland and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.