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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.