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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.