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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Can,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.