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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Index,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.