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 Russia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.