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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.