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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.