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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
AZ,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.