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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Nas,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.