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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.