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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.