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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.