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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Franke,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.