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 Belize and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.