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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 10cc to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.