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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.