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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.