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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.