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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.