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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.