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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.