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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.