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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.