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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker 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?
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.