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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.