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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Wire,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.