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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.