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 Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.