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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.