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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Nico,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Index,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.