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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.