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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.