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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Faust,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.