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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.