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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.