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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.