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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.