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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Names to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.