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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.