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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Echospace,
Can,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.