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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.