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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.