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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Wire,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.