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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.