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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.