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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.