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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.