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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.