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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Mars,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.