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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.