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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus 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 grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Television,
Deepchord,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.