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 Austria 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
New Order,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.