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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.