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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.