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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.