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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.