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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.