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 Eritrea 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.