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 Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.