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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Ituana,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.