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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.