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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Shoche,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.