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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.