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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.