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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.