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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.