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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.