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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.