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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.