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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.