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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.