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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.