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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Faust,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.