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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
10cc,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.