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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.