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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.