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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Ten City,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.