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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.