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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Monks,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.