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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 This Heat 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.