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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.