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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.