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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.