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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
PIL,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.