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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.