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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Ituana,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
UT,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.