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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.