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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Kas Product 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.