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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Smog,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.