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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.