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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.