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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.