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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Brick,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.