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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.