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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.