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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.