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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Deakin,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.