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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.