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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
X-101,
Can,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.