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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.