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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.