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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.