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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.