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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.