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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.