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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.