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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.