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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.