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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.