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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light 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 punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.