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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.