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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.