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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.