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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.