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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.