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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the punk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Josef K,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.