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 Malawi 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.