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 Romania 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.