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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.