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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.