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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.