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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.