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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.