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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Brick,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.