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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.