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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.