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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.