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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.