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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.