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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Can,
cv313,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.