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 Benin and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.