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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Porter Ricks 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.