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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.