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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.