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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.