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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Magma,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.