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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.