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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.