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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.