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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.