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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.