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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.