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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.