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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.