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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.