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 Togo 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
PIL,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.