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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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 Sonics,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.