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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Mars,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.