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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Visage,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.