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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.