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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.