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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.