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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.