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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Television,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.