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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Brick,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.