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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.