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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.