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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.