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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.