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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.