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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.