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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.