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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
10cc,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.