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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.