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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Sparks,
New Order,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.