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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.