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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.