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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.