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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.