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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.