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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.