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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.