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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Kayak,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.