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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Skarface,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Hoover,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.