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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.