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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.