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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
the Association,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.