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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
New Order,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.