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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.