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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.