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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.