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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.