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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.