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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.