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 France and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.