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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.