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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.