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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.