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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.