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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.