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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.