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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.