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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.