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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.