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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.