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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.