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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.