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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Magma,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.