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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.