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 Dominica 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.