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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.