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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.