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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.