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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.