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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.