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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Visage,
AZ,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.