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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.