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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.