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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.