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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
a-ha,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.