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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.