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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.