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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.