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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.