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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.