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 Lucia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.