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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.