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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.