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 China and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.