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 Germany 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.