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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.