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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
UT,
DNA,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.