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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Audionom to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.