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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.