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 Papua New Guinea 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 the Slits to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Franke,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.