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 Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Motions to the rap 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.