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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
the Normal,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.