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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.