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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.