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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.