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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.