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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.