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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.