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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.