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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.