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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.