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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
The Wake,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.