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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.