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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.