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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Magma,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.