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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.