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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.