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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.