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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Fear,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.