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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.