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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Technova,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.