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 Albania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.