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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.