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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Fear,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.