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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Franke 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Technova,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.