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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
UT,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.