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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
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Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.