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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.