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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the disco 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.