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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.