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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.