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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.