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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.