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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.