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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.