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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.