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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mr. Review 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.