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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.