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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.