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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.