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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.