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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.