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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.