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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Organ,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.