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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.