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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.