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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.