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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.