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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.