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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.