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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Names,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.