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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.