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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.