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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.