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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The Litter,
The Cure,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.