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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.