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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.