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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.