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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Magma,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.