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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
DNA,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.