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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.