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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.