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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.