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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Magma,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.