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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.