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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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 Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.