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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tom Boy 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.