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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.