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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.