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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Japan,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.