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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.