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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.