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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.