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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.