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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.