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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.