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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Audionom,
JFA,
Mantronix,
PIL,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.