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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.