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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.