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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.