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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.