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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.