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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.