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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.