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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.