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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Index to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.