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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Nas,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Brick,
The Evens,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.