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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Magma,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.