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 Angola 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.