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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.