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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
ABBA,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.