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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
UT,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.