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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.