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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.