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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.