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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.