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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.