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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.