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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.