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 Russia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.