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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.