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 South Africa 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.