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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.