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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.