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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.