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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.