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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Can,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.