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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.