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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.