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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.