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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.