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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.