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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.