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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.