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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
PIL,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.