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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.