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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Symarip,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.