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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.