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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Shoche,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.