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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.